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Emily Macdowell Poem
Beads of blood define my plight
No scars to see just yet
How much more do I need to fight?
I wish I could show you this sight
The fine lines of red that have just begun to set
Beads of blood define my plight
All I wish is that he might
Stop soon, but my wishing is only a threat
How much more do I need to fight?
I scream and I kick as he shows me his bite
Trying to make sure I’ll never forget
The beads of blood that define my plight
How is he to know which is wrong and which is right?
Will he ever feel regret?
How much more do I need to fight?
Poor little raccoon, with your collar so tight
Why do I have you as a pet?
Beads of blood define my plight
How much more do I need to fight?
Copyright © Emily Macdowell | Year Posted 2006
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Emily Macdowell Poem
Speaking metal lies
Your argument is rusting
With salt from your tears
Copyright © Emily Macdowell | Year Posted 2006
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Emily Macdowell Poem
I am sick of waiting, still debating, hearing and hating my wicked thoughts
I am pill popping, still stopping, my heart dropping, hearing your voice
I am done wasting, still hating, enough of your taking, I’m breaking your memory
I am quickly dieing, still crying, wondering, sighing and trying to forget your evil
I am still here, drowning in my beer, denying my fears, wiping away my tears, and
you
I am finally leaving, enough of this seething, I need to be breathing and thinking
of something else.
Copyright © Emily Macdowell | Year Posted 2006
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Emily Macdowell Poem
I hear a voice calling me To put down my pen and walk away It brings me to an
edge
of
life
I
look
down
and
see
the
swirling
mass
Of
what
I
cannot
describe
I
try
to
grasp
at
the
thoughts
The
wicked
words
that
mock
my
reaching
hand
Spinning
down
farther
Out
of
view,
spinning
into
you
Where
you
take
the
truth
I
once
knew
in
ink
You
erased
it
from
my
eyes
And
now
all
I
have
is
nothing
Nothing
Nothing but a blank page
Copyright © Emily Macdowell | Year Posted 2006
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